Alex and I discovered Best of Thai Noodle (map, reviews) right down the street from my flat. I've lived three blocks away for four years and I never went in. I'm glad I finally did. The soups are really yummy and they're all six or seven bucks. In fact, I think everything on their menu is six or seven bucks.

We usually get the won ton soup and the duck soup (yeah, together, two soups. So what? they're Suuuuper yummy! )

Whenever I get a free moment I go exploring around Vox. I see a lot of first posts and some writings that sound a little bewildered. What am I doing here? Gee it’s pretty. Do I really need another blog? What am I supposed to do? And it touches my heart when I see these calls go unanswered.

To which I answered in the comments:

I love it when people comment on my posts. Though I usually only get one or two comments to each post, that's proof positive that people read what I write.

Why do I want the feed back (I wonder to myself)? Perhaps it's an ego/validation thing. I dunno. It's true that comments give me fuel to continue and motivation to not let my blog gather dust.

Ego, validation, the need for attention… whatever it is, I don't blog for the kudos. I started blogging because I have friends and family who live far away and it seemed like a more passive way of sharing what I was doing on any any particular day—as opposed to emailing said group my daily activities, every day, which seems invasive and presumptuous (who wants to get an email where I blather on about the afternoon with my S.O. eating bacon cheese burgers?). I live in San Francisco where there is alwayssomethingnuttygoingon, and I want to share it with my friends who live elsewhere.

…and blogging seems like the best way to do it. As Karen said in the comments (yay! comments!) "Blogs are patient and there when you're ready."